Chemical Lady

Living in a city named after what some people call angels

Laughing after nothing, my whole life seems so in vain

Dig peaches working in an alley, some say that she's lazy

Smoking whiskey, talking shit and pissing off all my friends

Slow way down

You might as well be free, yeah

Slow way down

Even now, you might as well be free, yeah

Tilley's in the back room, fleecing everybody, she's wasted

Sue sells a quarter of soul for less than half of a dime, yeah

And I'm wondering how it's all tying to the things I've done lately

My chemical lady, she's with me, baby, all the time

Slow way down

You might as well be free, yeah

Slow way down

Even now, you might as well be free, yeah

Slow way